Page 27 of Not All Himbos Wear Capes
“Yes,” I croaked, immediately hard again—not that my erection had ever gone down. Just as I hoped, he placed a firm hand on my back and not-so-subtly pushed me ahead of him toward the bedroom.
A massive ball of fur—acat?—shot out as we stumbled into the room, but the sensation of Xander’s lips on mine combined with his hands stripping off my suit jacket quickly distracted me.
“I want you in my bed,” he growled, loosening my tie only to then wrap it around his hand like a choke collar. “Naked except for this.”
You would think a man strong enough to lift a tractor trailer and lob it at an oncoming villain in mid-air wouldn’t enjoy being pushed around, but the way Xander handled me made my blood sing. It was all I could do to keep my powers locked down from the excitement. The last thing I wanted to do was accidentally injure him.
Although I’m dying for him to hurt me.
“What’s your safe word, Butch?” He loosened his grip on my tie so I could speak, intently meeting my gaze while awaiting my reply.
“Orca,” I repeated, fumbling to open my pants and attempting to shove them off without falling over. “But you can do whatever you want to me.”
He groaned as if he were in pain, releasing me so he could start unbuttoning his shirt, methodically slow. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea how dangerous it is to say something like that to me.”
His mesmerizing eyes tracked my movements as I finished tearing off my clothes—leaving the tie on, as instructed. By the time I was done, I was breathless, my dick straining toward him like it was magnetized.
“I want to experience everything, though,” I insisted, hoping he could see how earnest I was in the dimly lit bedroom. “Withyou.”
Only you.
Xander froze with his hands on his zipper, staring back at me with an unreadable expression. I knew I was being ridiculous—that there was a possibility he was just humoring my eagerness until he got bored—but I couldn’t help it.
I want this too badly to pretend I don’t.
Instead of addressing my latest confession, he slipped into his usual collected demeanor. “Very well. Lie back—feet on the mattress and legs spread.”
Swallowing hard, I hesitated, suddenly unsure. I’d dropped to my knees for this man last night, but the position he was asking me to get into now was ten million times more vulnerable.
He’ll be able to see my…
“I said I want you on my bed, presenting yourself to me,” Xander hissed, suddenly inches away from my face, gripping the tie so tightly I choked. He shouldn’t have been able to move that fast, but I blamed it on my nervousness and a trick of the low light.
Or that all the blood in my body has rushed to my dick again.
I frantically nodded, practically leaping onto the bed as soon as he released me—eager to please. Although I’d never dared look at myself from this angle before, I followed Xander’s directions and spread myself wide for him, more exposed than I’d ever been before.
Thank goodness he doesn’t have supe-vision.
“Look at you,” he murmured appreciatively. “Look at that tight little hole I’m going to fuckingruin.”
Yes, please.
Being one of the most powerful superheroes alive, I had a ridiculously high pain threshold. Xander had no way of knowing this, but it was why I’d told him to not take it easy on me. Being so concerned with consent, I hoped he’d take me at my word that I could handle whatever he could give me.
I want all of it.
Xander casually strolled to the bedside table, where a single cube of light on the wooden surface illuminated his gloriously naked body. He was built leaner than I was, but obviously had an exercise regime to keep up a physique like his. I wanted to reach out and touch him—run my tongue along his abs and feel him shudder beneath me.
Worship every inch of him.
I’ve got it so bad.
I expected him to quickly grab some lube, but when he slid open the top drawer, I saw it was only deep enough to hold a stainless steel surgical tray full of…
“Howbigof an expert do you want to be?” He smirked, holding up a metal butt plug so large my eyes almost popped out of my skull.
That’s not a plug, it’s a murder weapon!
